M Is for Mandi

I left the house, tingling. I arrived and parked just along from the gay club I'd chosen as the venue for Mandi's first outing, I was almost shaking. With fear, trepidation, anticipation, dread, excitement, all these and more. I was about to take, in my new high heels of course, a big step. I'd been there a couple of times before, though as Stan, and I was still feeling very nervous. I knew I wouldn't be the only cross-dresser in there that night and probably hundreds if not thousands had walked through the same door, but this was my first time I was uneasy.

I walked up to the door and I paid my entrance, then I walked into the club. Across the room I could see two 'gurls' - two cross-dressers. I decided to walk up to them. I wasn't sure if they would accept me but I figured it was worth a try.

"Hello," one of them said as I walked up. "I love your shoes."

"Thanks. Hi. I'm Mandi."

"Hi Mandi. I'm Jessica and this is Stephanie," she said introducing me to the other two girls who were standing there. "Have you been to this club before? I've never seen you."

"No. Actually this is my first time out in public."

"Well, welcome and congratulations. That's the hard part isn't it? Walking in here for the first time," Stephanie said. "You look good, Mandi, really very convincing. I saw you walking over here in those heels. That was one of the hardest things for me to get the hang of. You do it very well though. I wish I dare wear heels like that, they really are gorgeous."

"Thanks."

As we were talking a man walked by and gave me a slightly odd look out of the corner of his eye. I stared back and Jessica noticed this.

"Go after him, honey. He's a real hunk and by the look of the bulge in his pants I think he wants you."

"I sure hope so," I said, feeling my heart race just a bit. I left the two "gurls" and walked over to the bar, shifting myself onto the stool next to him